Never Again.

Your name,
written all over my mind as if nothing else matters.

Your face,
memorized. The way you smile, the way you look at me.

Your scent,
sweet, brisked cologne.

And... every action.
everything I do, reminds me of you.

And it sickens me how I base all my routines and my being over if you'd 'like it' or if you'd ever 'care for me' again.
But I know you cared too much to the point where you figured out I didn't care enough, and you left me... and I let go because I listened to everybody's else's theory on why you act the way you do and why you talk me into situations I'd never wrap myself around.
To be honest, they were all right. And to be even more honest, so were you.